North Bay Collegiate Institute and Vocational School - Northland Echo Yearbook (North Bay, Ontario Canada)

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60 THE NORTHLAND ECHO SCHOOL DAZE XII B COLL. MR. T. Fnzri-I RUTH COOMBES Peeved Peever The little dark-eyed gal you often see gaz- ing dreamily at a certain curly-headed laddie is Irene Peever, who, wants to be a nurse. Does he find rugby that rough, Irene? Dey ain't no moe now! Moe Mitchell is the tall dark fella who dis- agrees with Mr. Firth, when he says diamonds can't be picked up on the streetf' The Boy I left behind me! That sweet auburn-haired gal from Hailey- bury is M. Fleming whose spare time is almost all spent writing letters to a friend CPD in Quebec. Weegar the Eager Weegar is our star basketball player and plays his best games when a cute dark girl from Special is present to cheer him on. Sees only Red Bob Dickey is the guy who prefers red-heads to any other heads. We canit say we blame him- For Pete's Sake M. Mitchell is the girl you'll find over at the Arena Lunchi' every night. Is it the food that's so good or is it Pete? Romeo Rooms That tall dark and dimpled romeo is Hamil- ton who thinks Toronto is wonderful. Can it be the big stores that attract him?-or .... PP? Where have you heard this before? Miss Hamer: I'm not going on with this talking! Miss Walton: Come after four for continual, persistent and incessant talking! Miss Gliddon: Do you want to go down to the office Weegar? Mr. Dewar: Because it is a side issue, we'll put it on the side board. Mr. Firth: Put it in the basket, Hamilton! Mr. Psutka: Where are O'Donnell, Frair and Mitchell? Mrs, Hoey: Think with your head and not with your feet! Mr. Williams: Girls dismiss !-CTen minutes laterj-Oh, pardon me, all right, lads! Mrs. Scott: Well, now, you look like an in- telligent lot-CGuess she didn't know IVB Coll.j The Nuts First Member of a Mental Institution: Have you got a firm hold on that paint brush? Second Member of M.I.: Yes. First Member: Well, hang on because I'm going to take the ladder away. A Coward-One who in a perilous emer- gency, thinks with his legs. The End It would soon be over: he looked at the pistol, lingered the trigger and sighed. Why must it all end? Why did not time stop in its eternal flight? He looked about him-a sea of faces-hilarious-hardly realizing that within a few moments he would end it all. Why did they stare at him so? He'd show them-the pistol. That was it. He raised it toward his head, took a last deep breath and fired: a woman screamedg the play was over! Eternity Miss Gliddon Cvery cross 'cause nobody knew their Frenchj At this rate we wonit be finished this book for five years. Mitchell Cperplexedjz Please, Miss Gliddon I can't wait that long. Just Wait Miss Walton-Ceasar was the strongest man on earth. Csupposedlyl He could lift two men in armor at the same time. Voice in the wilderness-He's got nothing on Demarco. Look at the weight he carries around! Con tagion Thelma Durrell is the little skier who always seems to feel ill Wednesday afternoons. Odd how Smittye gets the same feeling. A Note on Hill Why does B. Hill make so many trips to the pencil Sharpener. Is it to sharpen his pencil or drop notes on a certain desk nearby-which is it Hill? The Same Old Story German class-Roll call for continued classes 4 to 4:45 p.m.

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THE NORTHLAND ECHO 59 Thanks a Million for sending me Orchids for Remembrance. When the Moon Comes Over the Mountain, I will sit in my Solitude looking at the Blue Moon, and listening to t.he Chapel Bells. When I see You Again, I'll think It's a Wonderful World. The First Time We Met With the Wind and the Rain in my Hair, I saw Lilacs in the Rain. Good-bye my Lover. Won't You Hurry Home. Faithful Forever, Sierra Sue. Jokes Diner: What on earth is this broth made from, water? Surely it isn't chicken broth? Waiter: Well, sir, it's chicken broth in its infancy. It's made out of the water the eggs were boiled in. Three proprietors of chicken farms were be- ing questioned by an S. A. man. What do you feed your hens? he asked the first. Corn. You're under arrest! We use corn to feed peoplelw The second overheard this conversation and replied to the same question: Corn husks. You're under arrest! We use the husks to make cloth. And you?,' he said, turning to the third. The latter replied, I give my hens the money and tell t.hem to go and buy their own foodli' Limericks Annabelle had a face like a dream Her voice never raised to a scream But retiring at night Her face was a sight For her skin was all blemished with cream. A fat man just hasn't much chance To impress the fair sex at a dance When they played the Paul Jones The air fills with groans And he always ends up in short pants. There was a young girl up the river Whose parents once sent her for liver She went to the show And spent all her dough Now her parents will never forgive her. There was a yoimg Miss from Decatah Who thought she,d sing in the theatah. The poor little thing When she got up to sing Got hit with a rotten tomatah! XII A FORM NOTES MRS. B. Hosv J, MOORE Jokes Torrance: I hear Wigston's playing for the rugby team. What position does he play? Cappadocia: I think he's one of the draw- backs. Colonel: And, my man, how many children have you? Private: 4 boys and 5 girls, sir. Colonel: Ah, 9 altogether. Private: Oh, no sir, just one at a time. Mr. Hardwick: The four of you can come to-night for a detention. A Voice: Ah, a foursome for bridge. Clark Cfrom Callanderj: May I have this dance? Girl: No thanks, I don't square dance. Mr. Hardwick Ctranslatingj: When I hold her in my arms she is like a beautiful statue. Cand maybe as cold tool. Quiz: What did the bartender say to the ghost?- Rumboogie . What did one ink drop say to the other?- My father's up in the pen. For how long?', Oh, just a short sentencef, What's the similarity between a dress and a composition? It must be brief, concise and cover the sub- ject. So! Miss Hamer: What causes nervous break- downs? Mary Kelly: Giving oral compositions. Favorite Expressions of 4A Martyn when he gets an exam back - Gulp',. Cappadocia- I coulda got more. Betty Holmes- I wasn't doing nothing. Rosborough- Now in my opinion-- Lost yesterday Somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered for they are gone forever.

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